Chapter 3- What the…

New York

"Ok the current card for Raw tonight will be Kane VS Chris Masters!" Eric announced as he called off match by match. Chris smiled as he saw Kane not looking too well.

"You ok Kane? You look nervous," Grinned the Masterpiece.

Kane ignored him, yet it started Kurt Angle when a deep, inhuman growl left Kane's throat.

"Kane… really, are you ok?" Kurt whispered.

Just a simple nod came from the big red machine, he walked out of the room holding on to his sides and scratching like crazy. Eric saw this and instantly grew worried.

"Anyone know what the hell is with Kane?" he asked.

Cena didn't say anything; worried he would cause a panic. "He's just a little under the weather, sore throat that's all" Cena lied.

"Funny, Taker has come down with the same thing according to Long. Ok then, everyone get ready!" Eric called out.

Chris Masters decided for himself that he would check up on Kane. Going to his locker room he knocked on the door. "Kane, you in there? I thought we could talk about the match" he called out. There was no answer. "Come on! You're the veteran! You got to help me out man!"

The door flew open, Kane started to stare down Masters in anger. Chris was freaked for his eyes were red and Kane's teeth were that of fangs. "Oh my God" he whispered, he heard a startling growl as the door slammed shut. Masters was freaked, just as Shawn Michaels came down the hall.

"Shawn! Something's wrong with Kane!"

Shawn had just about walked away when he did a full three sixty turn to face Masters. "What about?" he asked.

"Well… his eyes are blood red!"

Shawn shrugged. "New contacts for the character"

"He growled at me!"

Again Michaels shrugged. "New directions for the character"

"He had these God damn horns on his head! Black as charcoal!" Masters was freaked.

Shawn knew that wasn't part of Kane's character. "Horns?" he asked.

Chris nodded. "Yeah, they were bigger than the mic… I don't want to face THAT in the ring!"

Shawn patted Masters' on the shoulder. "And that's how I felt about Hogan" with that said Shawn walked away.

"But… KANE!" Chris yelled.

Shawn turned around. "Look, Kane could be an 8 armed freak, but he won't harm you in the ring, relax. He's careful!"

This wasn't comforting at all to Chris. And Raw was about to start any moment.

Meanwhile.

Kane franticly looked about his locker room. Grabbing anything that would seem baggy and hide certain parts of his body. His bumps on his head had become long black horns; he quickly covered them with a fire bandana. He learned the hard way what the woman meant by a deformity on his back. He looked in the mirror only to see something small for the moment sprout from his shoulder blade; they were able to move on their own like another limb. Freaking him out even more. His eyes have turned blood red, his teeth were now fangs, and his back had just started to feel scaly to the touch. "Not good, this isn't good" Kane stated in a worried tone. He grabbed one of his own brand t-shirts and put it on. It covered most of his oddness of his skin. Well except that his arms were shedding like mad! He knew that if he went to the ring in abnormal gear. McMahon would flip, yet if Vince saw him the way he was he would flip out anyway. So at the moment it was a lose-lose situation for Kane. "I probably scared the crap out of Masters," He said to himself. "But I had to, so I could at least look normal going to the ring… as normal as I can get"…

RAW

"Mr. Bischoff please, let me wrestle someone else!" Chris Masters begged.

Eric was confused. "That's not in the script Chris"

"Eric, Kane has changed into something… weird. I don't want to face him! I don't want to work with him!"

"Welcome to my life when I worked with Ted Turner!" Eric shot back. "Kane's not all that bad, he's getting into character"

This was frustrating Chris beyond tolerance. "NO HE ISN'T KANE DOESN'T GROW HORNS!" he yelled.

Eric started at him oddly. "Horns? As in, animal like horns on his head?" he asked.

"YES!" Masters shot back.

"Well then, I hope he can cover them well. Besides you know I can't change the script, that's McMahon's call!" Eric replied. "You got to get ready, you're match is next"

Chris felt like a Deadman walking, he went out to the ring with a nervous look on his face, the crowd loved it too. He was a heel of course and they LOVE Kane since Kane would be kicking his ass. Nonetheless, with what he saw of the big red machine earlier. He didn't want any part of it. Masters stepped into the ring and waited. Kane's Pyros went off and he walked out. The crowd was confused. Chris Masters was too.

"What the hell? Is that Kane?" JR asked.

Kane wore his black tights, yet had the bandana across his fore head and tucked at the back. He kept the black shades on and wore black arm tape around his wrists. His shirt was long and baggy on him hiding any abnormalities on him; in a sense he looked like the Undertaker back in his American badass days.

"What are you doing?" Chris asked him. Kane didn't answer and got the match rolling by cloth lining the young wrestler.

Chris knew it was best to go with it at the moment than to try and get answers in the middle of the match. However, the match wasn't going to even last that long. Kane' looked to the crowd when his eyes caught a farmiller face in the front row, the man with the white hair. He was smiling for some reason, and had a proud look on his face. Kane was getting ready to end the match early, he grabbed Masters' next when a pain ripped through his body. Kane yelled out in pure agony, as Chris heard a loud rip. He saw Kane's clothing was still in tacked, yet didn't know the rip came from Kane's flesh. Kane released Masters as his body began to expand suddenly. He turned to Chris. "GET OUT OF THE RING!"

He wasn't going to need to ask him twice. Masters ran out and was half way up the ramp when Kane's clothing started to rip from his body. Red and black scales took over the flesh tone pigment he once had. The horns on his head grew longer as his fingernails became claws. Powerful wings sprouted from his back, as did a tail. Kane had transformed into a dragon! The fans in the chairs sat there stunned, assuming it was all part of the show. Kane however wasn't going to stick around and let them know it wasn't he leaped from the ring and ran to the back through the larger entrance. Masters was as white as a ghost; the crowd was soon in tears laughing. Masters looked down, realizing he was a little… too scared of what just occurred.

He went to the back quickly to change up, yet the locker room was frantic. "Where is he? What the hell happened to Kane?" were the main questions, oddly enough, the only once calm was John Cena. He didn't join his fellow wrestlers in the confusion; instead he went to the boiler room of the arena. Chris was about to follow when he grew too embarrassed to wear wet ring gear.